Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers,
Pylon,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.